by Diana Hunter
Was he really going to do what she thought he was? Pressure built at her ass and she clenched it tight in defense.
“Relax your muscles, Melissa. It will only hurt if you fight me.”
She heard the warning implicit in his tone. He intended to enter her ass, whether she relaxed or not. With an effort of will, she opened her cheek muscles to him.
His finger, wet with her own juices, slid in up to the first knuckle. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant at all. In fact, her pussy tingled and a shiver ran through her as he pushed deeper.
Switching hands and dipping another finger between her lips again to gather more wetness, Richard returned to her ass, stretching the hole wider. To her credit, Lissa did not flinch from his touch; was it possible she enjoyed this as much as he’d hoped she would?
Despite her thoughts, which Richard knew ran just the way he wanted them to, he did not intend to enter her this way. She needed much more preparation than he could give her this morning. Instead, he picked up the small plug he had picked up earlier. Soaking it in her pussy, he then pressed it against her ass until it slid in of its own accord. The small indentation in the end of the plug assured him it would not come out until he was ready to remove it.
“What are you thinking, slave?”
Lissa’s deep breathing gave away the state of her need. She tilted her head so she could gasp out her thoughts to her Master. “I feel…full. And I need to come, bad.”
“You come only when I allow you to, slave. Do you understand?”
She nodded and tried not to cry out as his fingers once again plunged into her slit and fingered her clit.
“What is it you want, slave?”
“Please, Sir, I want to come. Please let me come!” Desperately she tried to remain still, but the plug in her ass and the torment of his fingers made it almost impossible.
He withdrew his fingers and at first she was afraid he was offended by her begging. But then she realized he stood beside the table, at the lever she had noticed before, but then forgotten. His hand gripped her upper arm as he moved the lever and the table tilted her, head down.
Instinct made her move to catch herself, but her bound hands prevented it. Only his hand around her arm steadied her so she did not slide forward. She heard him lock the table in place, then he came around behind her again, keeping his calming hand on her the whole time.
“You are mine to use as I please. You come when I allow you. What are you thinking?”
Lissa was beyond thought. Her body tingled with anticipation and need, blood rushed to her head and to her upraised pussy. She could only repeat his words to her; words she wrote in the depths of her heart. “I am yours to use as you please; I will come only when you tell me I may.”
The last sobbed out of her as his fingers once again danced on her sensitive clit and her pussy throbbed in response. She did not see him remove the towel from his waist; she did not see his magnificent cock as he poised at the entrance to her pussy. She did not see the feral look in his eyes as he pushed on the butt plug, sending a shiver through her.
She moaned in a cry that became a scream as his thick cock plunged deep inside her, pushing her forward despite her attempts to not move. Richard grabbed her bound arms and pulled her up to him, lifting her face from the towel as he impaled her body on his throbbing cock.
“Come for me, slave, let me hear your cries.”
Lissa could not hold it in. Her body convulsed with his first words of permission and her muscles contracted around his thickness with the pulses of her orgasm. His hands held her arms and she felt ridden and full and free. Her spirit soared with his commands and she thrust back onto his shaft, pulling all of him inside as the tingles in her body faded. She was not ready to give this one up.
He felt her push back and knew another orgasm hovered, waiting for him to say the word. The sight of the woman, bound and helpless beneath him, utterly controlled by his word pushed him over the edge and he groaned his command.
“Come, slave, come with your Master.”
Again her muscles contracted, milking him of every drop he had to give her. And when he pulled the plug from her ass, she came again around his cock. Thrust after thrust he pushed his seed deep inside her, forcing her to take his gift to her.
Her cries became whimpers as her body settled, Richard let her down slowly so that her head once more rested on the table. The towel under her head had long slipped to the end of the tilted table; she didn’t care. She felt used—well used—and happy.
Richard let her down, but did not move his cock out of her warm nest. Instead, he untied her wrists, massaging her arms as he marveled. All his hard use of her and she did not complain, nor did she use her safeword. Prepared to hear the safeword when he lifted her by her arms, her silence had played a role in his roughness.
Steadying her again, Richard righted the table, giving her back an even surface. He unlocked her ankles from the table and helped her to stand.
Her muscles ached and she felt as if she’d just done fifty pushups. Her pussy felt satisfied as it never had before. Lissa stood before her Master in the morning light and grinned.
“You liked it?” Richard’s astonishment shone in his eyes.
“Of course I liked it. No choices, just use. Mutual satisfaction.” She eyed his cock, now shrunk in size but still impressive. “You were satisfied, weren’t you?”
The look in her eye made him realize she meant more than just the physical aspect of their lovemaking. He gathered her naked body to him and kissed the top of her head.
“Correction, my dear. I am satisfied.”
* * * * *
David lay with Adora’s body entwined in his arms, thinking of his wife. How was Lissa faring this weekend? He checked the clock. Shortly the four of them would be getting together for a late breakfast/early lunch. And a swap of wives again.
He smoothed Adora’s hair from her face and glanced down at her peacefulness. No trace of the dominatrix remained. And yet, he disagreed with Richard. Adora had not needed taming, she had needed someone to simply accept her sweetness. With his own demons devouring him, Richard was not the man to enjoy such a “soft” emotion, no matter how much he loved his wife.
And Lissa? She had demons of her own, he now realized. A passion raged in her that was not compatible with his slower and more tender manner. And he missed her.
He had concluded before that it was possible to love two women at the same time—to have his cake and to eat it, too. But did Adora feel the same way? Did Lissa? How did the two women feel about swapping husbands?
Adora sat up, shaking her hair from her face. “It’s time we were getting ready.” There was a mournful look in her eye, yet a twinkle as well.
“What are you thinking, Adora? About all this?”
“I’m thinking I need not look any further for a man who completes me.” She bent down and kissed his lips in a tender embrace.
“And Richard?”
A puzzled look knitted her brows. “What about him?”
“I’m just having some trouble fitting all this together.”
She smiled in understanding. “I see. It is not common for four people to be in a marriage together. And yet, that is what we are building. Not one where all four of us live in a house together. But a marriage of sorts in any case.”
David considered. Polygamy had been around for centuries, but he’d always thought of it as the man having more than one wife. Why couldn’t his wife have more than one husband? One she lived with and one she had sex with? Everything was consensual between and among them.
Or was it? Doubts about Lissa’s reaction to Richard lingered. Adora saw his face and guessed what was on his mind.
“I think we will have our answer from them soon. Let’s dress and go meet them. We will both know within moments of seeing them if they got along all right.”
David nodded and stood to dress, enjoying the view of Adora doing the same. He sincerely hoped it would not be the last ti
me he would ever see her.
* * * * *
Richard ran the water for her shower; nice and hot, just as she liked it. Although he had already bathed, he remained in the bath to hand her into the shower, then stepped in behind her. He was so tall and his shoulders so broad, it seemed he took up the lion’s share of the space.
Not that Lissa minded when he took up the soap and lathered it along her sore arms. She flexed each one experimentally. Not any worse than an afternoon spent raking leaves, and infinitely more fun. He turned her shoulders so she faced the water and she let him clean her neck and breasts. The hot water steamed up into her nose and she took a deep breath, leaning against him and relaxing, trusting him to hold her.
His ministrations soft and gentle, he rubbed her body, almost in atonement for his earlier usage of her. She understood and made no attempt to stop him. He made her feel like a whore, and a princess. And when his fingers slipped between her legs to wash away the remnants of their time together, she felt a familiar, comfortable buzz, but no more. She was sated, mind, soul and body.
“We need to leave soon and join Adora and David for lunch.” Richard’s low baritone murmured in her ear above the rush of water. She started and tried to hide the guilty look on her face. Not once all morning had she even thought of her wonderful husband.
Richard turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel, allowing her to dry herself as he pulled out another one for himself. She wrapped her hair up the same way Adora did, getting it out of her way until she was ready to deal with the tangles.
Neither said much as they dressed. There didn’t seem to be much to say. And yet Lissa knew she was bursting with questions. If only she could put them into words. Only when she looked over at Richard and saw him buttoning up another black shirt and her heart skipped a beat all over again, could she begin to articulate some of what she held in her heart.
“Richard,” she began, then stopped. Should she call him Master even when they weren’t playing? But when were they and when weren’t they? She looked at him, the struggle obvious on her face.
Richard saw her distress and crooked his finger at her. Without hesitation, she crossed the small space of the bedroom and stood before him, her hands obediently at her side. He took them in his own, turning them over, running his thumbs along her palms as he sought for words to reassure her.
“Melissa, you are my slave only when we are alone. David will not see you in that light. Perhaps someday he and Adora will join us in our time together, but for the moment, they are content. You have only just shared yourself with me, I do not expect you to share such a deeply held secret with the others yet.”
“Thank you for understanding that. Then you don’t mind if I call you Richard when we are not…playing?” She knew what the two of them shared was no game, yet no other word seemed to fit.
“Someday, perhaps you will be my total slave, Melissa. But that day is far off. For now we both have spouses we love very much.”
She nodded. “Yes, we do.” She took a breath and plunged into the thought that consumed her. “Richard, David and I talked about how two people cannot be intimate without their hearts becoming involved. You know he’s in love with Adora.”
“As she is with him.”
“And that’s all right with you? You don’t mind that my husband loves your wife?”
“I would not have let him spend time with her if I did not think he would love her.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes, Melissa, I do. It bothers me no more than it bothers you that your husband loves another woman.”
That stopped her. Lissa thought of David lying in Adora’s arms, but no twinge of jealousy arose. She conceded the point.
But the companion point remained between them. The shyness of her nature screamed the question in the privacy of her soul, but she could not bring herself to ask it out loud.
But Richard saw it in her eyes. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her slender frame and swallowing her in his embrace. She smelled the cloves of his scent and wrapped her arms around his waist, wanting to hear the words, but afraid to say them first.
“Melissa,” he murmured. “No other woman has ever endured what I gave to you and still demanded more of me. You control the demon inside me as no other ever has.” He pulled back and looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms. “Even Adora cannot control it. But you do.”
Her smile, still melancholy, touched his heart. He understood her fear all too well. To admit what he felt in the depths of his heart was to leave himself open to hurt and shame; a road he had traveled too many times in the past. And yet, the tenderness of her shy gaze could not be denied. He knelt before her, keeping her hands in his.
“I have come to love you, my slave. Because you do not run from me in horror, because you accept what I am and what I need, because you demand more from me, I love you.” The Gypsy King bowed to the Slave Girl.
Warmth filled her soul and she knew she would fulfill any command he gave her, at any time he requested it. He loved her and Adora and she loved him and David. Nothing else mattered.
Epilogue
Four people gathered outside the little diner around the corner, looking only a little different from their first meeting: Richard still wore his customary black, but Adora dressed more modestly in a pink sleeveless turtleneck and long skirt. David still wore his khaki pants and white shirt, but Lissa dressed more provocatively, in a low-cut tank top and miniskirt. The women smiled at the irony as they hugged outside the restaurant before going in. Richard leaned down to give Adora a kiss on the cheek and an appreciative wink; David bent over and kissed Lissa’s cheek with a small caress on her arm.
The four turned to go into the diner; Lissa and Richard, David and Adora. The little place wasn’t too busy; a waitress looked up from the register as they walked in. “How many?”
David looked at their small group and grinned before answering. “Table for four.”
About the author:
For many years, Diana Hunter confined herself to mainstream writings. Her interest in the world of dominance and submission, dormant for years, bloomed when she met a man who was willing to let her explore the submissive side of her personality. In her academic approach to learning about the lifestyle, she discovered hundreds of short stories that existed on the topic, but none of them seemed to express her view of a d/s relationship. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first BDSM novel, Secret Submission, published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Diana welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Diana Hunter:
Irish Enchantment
Learning Curve
Secret Submission
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